cyan is the pond releasing its mist to seek the morning sun
the reeds are stretching their tails as they escape the maples’ shadow
potentials hover on the path
the robins chasing breakfast
a frog issuing his mating call
twigs left by frisky dogs
and boys bring their rods
even though cyanobacteria is poisoning the fish
and the forest groans from an inner thirst
but it’s still a sanctuary
for we who chat about schools and housing
who clean up after each other’s pets
who run so that we breathe
our sacraments connected
Andy Oram
September 4, 2023